Chapter 1475 Interstellar Rescue Team 23
Song Jinhuan's heart skipped a beat. "Okay."
Reach out and quickly pull down the zipper.
A beautiful and delicate face entered Wen Jing's eyes with unparalleled clarity.
We are closer than ever before.
He took a deep breath for no apparent reason, his face tightening even more, and he gripped the sleeve of his combat uniform, shaking it slightly. "Turn around."
The sense of oppression grew stronger.
"Oh well."
Song Jinhuan quickly turned her back, but before she could stand up straight, the man's voice came from above the back of her head, "Raise your hand."
Song Jinhuan suddenly spread her arms wide.
The man took half a step forward and put the combat uniform on her.
The sudden approach made Song Jinhuan involuntarily tense up.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
The other person's breathing was very close.
Song Jinhuan's ears perked up, his overly sensitive senses coming into play when his fingers accidentally touched the back of his hand.
It's so hot.
Wen Jing's palms were very warm.
The mecha has a horizontal space of about two meters, but only a vertical space of 1.7 meters, so standing is very uncomfortable for Wen Jing.
After putting on his combat uniform, he casually pulled a chair behind him and sat down.
"Commander Duan, what are you thinking about?" Wen Jing asked in a deep voice when he saw her in a daze.
Song Jinhuan snapped out of her daze. "No, it's nothing."
Wen Jing tugged at the elastic band at her lower back, and with just a little effort, she spun around in front of him.
Song Jinhuan was so caught off guard by this sudden attack that she almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Wen Jing reached out in time and supported her shoulder.
Then, she saw the other person point in front of her and ask, "Do you know how to zip up a jacket?"
He looked like he was about to take action if you answered no.
Song Jinhuan was extremely embarrassed and quickly bent down to pull the zipper of her upper body up to her neck.
The oversized combat suit, pulled tight around her waist, made her look like a gourd, a ball from top to bottom.
No, there are three balls.
There was also a tiny head, stacked on top.
Incredibly cute.
Wen Jing: "Come here, let me help you tidy up."
Because her upper body was so swollen, Song Jinhuan could only tilt her head back, feeling like a balloon that could float away at any moment.
She moved forward slightly, gesturing with her hands in the air, filled with unease.
"General Wen, could you find me something to help me up?" the girl pleaded pitifully, her voice trembling.
Wen Jing straightened his back, reached out and grabbed her wrist, placed it on his shoulder, and said calmly, "Hold on tight."
Song Jinhuan instinctively gripped it tighter; the touch felt somewhat familiar. However, she didn't think much of it and smiled gratefully, saying, "Thank you, General Wen."
The man glanced at the upturned face, his eyes crinkling when he smiled.
Feeling at ease.
Desire to destroy the world: 68.
He bent down and first adjusted the retractable ropes on her legs.
Song Jinhuan's floating sensation lessened considerably, and the feeling of her feet firmly touching the ground reassured her.
Wen Jing was very familiar with every part of the combat uniform. He reached through her arm and found a rope behind her. With a gentle tug, the fabric on her back instantly clung tightly to her.
At the same time, the gas in front was also expelled.
Song Jinhuan lowered her head and finally saw clearly what the protective suit looked like on her body.
And the places to hold on tightly.
She quickly released her grip, brushed off the wrinkles above, and took two quick steps back: "Thank you, General Wen."
Wen Jing frowned slightly, looking at the sudden increase in distance, and said calmly, "You're welcome."
Before Song Jinhuan could relax, his voice suddenly rang out, "Commander Duan seems to be uncomfortable with human interaction."
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